01-30-2022, 01:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-30-2022, 01:17 PM by Zechariah Meijer.)
He had not stepped out yet, but he wished he had. This was not his life. Not his wife, nor his lover, nor his funeral.
Tobias turned on her. Zechariah swallowed.
He grabbed her.
“Get- off her.”
The words stuck in his throat, but once they were out, he clenched his own fists.
“You married a pregnant woman young enough to be your daughter.”
Tobias turned on her. Zechariah swallowed.
He grabbed her.
“Get- off her.”
The words stuck in his throat, but once they were out, he clenched his own fists.
“You married a pregnant woman young enough to be your daughter.”